3 days into thukdam, the monk's chest held an octopus pulling color like taffy and a firefly squid wringing out indigo where his breath once was

you pour a cold can of pHaraoh electrolytes and drink. carbonated honey fizzes through your soft palate, wetting your psyche with 4000 years of charge

it's pyramid season. limestone rinds are splitting open, scattering the ground with milky-pulpy pharaohs, still coiled in their golden casings

brain contains macroplastics. a bendy straw bridging the corpus callosum, silly putty myelin, neon neoprene wrapping my prefrontal cortex

the gardenminds fast-forward evolution, breeding dandelions wearing an orchid's lip, damson pansies, petunias whose eyespots climb the stem, winedark lilies

the emerald escapement wheel keeps perfect time but makes the hours after sunset smell of crushed mint and your bedtime chirr like crickets

my friend was struck by a mirage. the fulgurite preserved the phantom oasis he was walking towards, inverted, in glass. i believe my friend is inside the glass

the mirage-struck man returned with date palms rooting in his chest, olives where his eyes were, branded all over with the orchard's shadow

the somnocrystals rotate over your bed like a crib mobile, entraining the brain to theta waves with prismatic fire and shimmerdown. you don't remember ordering them

the petri dish crystals evolve units beyond the bravais lattice: rings, metameres, tagmata. the pipette pulls up squirming limbs and abdomens of light

you float through the rainforest fjord for 2.6 million years. water enters where your sternum fused. bromeliads fruit in your throat, until toucans land

free bilita mpash with jasmine waterfall motifs for the first 10 dreamers! available in 4 pour rates, cascade, trickle, breath held while falling, or smothering petal mist

the lucidity mask renders wakefulness as neon circles under the eyes, glittershot sclerae. when dreaming becomes voluntary, the mask overdrives to ultraviolet

the chitinoid scuttles sideways, its mandibles snapping lullabies in its click language for the eggs it won't live to bury. a child mouths the rhythm back

octohummingbirds hover before 8 flowers, dipping their polytongues into 8 nectars, tasting each corolla tube through the others

you teach your cat synesthetic purring tricks. his sunset glow is passable, his topaz ripple barely holds pitch. overnight the quilt fills with analemmas that you never assigned

when petted, the cattlefish's fur oscillates in expanding rings of lavender, ochre, and deep green, the sequence strobing faster the harder you press

the museum's kleeboard has been unplugged since 1987, but the octave of vermilions it left on the wall still buzzes at closing time

nintendokha has a half-life of 1 childhood. it ?-blocks the thalamus, induces npc dialogue loops in broca's area, and renders the visual cortex in 8-bit. the continue screen is permanent

the box of Tyme Loops, marketed toward saturday-morning chrononauts, reads: "now with 30% more recursion. made with real junk-chronons. part of a balanced paradox"

the kaleidowitch, jealous of her symmetries, cursed the forest with left-handed trees, unwhorled sunflowers, slime-orchids, and one-sided children

Pan-anuenue-gea practiced chromaculture, with yellows sown in photon-paddies and irrigated oranges, before the nonspectral catastrophe, and long evenings of brown

your sky-jar holds a detached KH wavelet, a velum with no cumulus beneath, noon cirrus the color of sunset, praecipitatio ascending

the meadowflowers are mutating into pelorism; the bees return with corbiculae packed with polarized orangenesses for their new glowhive

case study: a post-sapience underwent brain amputation but developed Phantom Brain Syndrome, perseverating on bananas-dipped-in-xenon until phantom brain amputation

the "shamestone" is a mechanosensitive crystal: at rest, it maintains a rigid lattice turgor; upon contact, it liquifies into gemslime, deterring hungry mineralvores

crystal fluorescence is either aposematic or uv nectar-guide signaling. mineralvores, unable to parse the difference, cross-pollinate lattices that disperse venom-pollen

in heaven's light-markets angels barter remembered light: jars of caustics, stalls of suns. one dealer won't part with his dim emerald from a demijohn in a sunset window

the ventifact channel in the basalt wizards' tomb sounds less like whistling now, more like breathing. the 18 ancestors are almost permeable enough for the wind to pass through

you're at a light-tattoo consultation, debating prism-fans vs honey subsurface scattering for your forearm. the artist says SSS hurts more- the ink has to glow from inside

my childhood friend had a progeria that aged him by millennia, his connective tissues petrifying into silica by the 5th grade. chalcedony tony, we called him

the three timekeeping systems i've invented, which i'd gloss as the practical one, the poetic one, and the insane one

"go away, geode-breath". but i just stood in the playground, coughing up quartz dust. i wouldn't learn for years that lungs and mineral dendrites share a branching algorithm. i got good at holding my breath

the desert chef plates "cold crystals" packed in frozen tarragon, their schiller deepening to a coppergreen the menu calls "last warmth of aquifers". they taste of buried pipe

mother kept hot crystals in a modified bread oven, served them with milk and cookies. we'd watch the iridescence drain out of them like sunset leaving a prism

my grandmother's hot crystals recipe was a kiln set to 275° and a cake pan that made the adularescence wobble, which purists hated but she called "good light"

a vending machine in the motel lobby sells qualia in little foil packets. you buy GOOD for $1.75, sprinkle it on ramen. GOOD stacks with ramen-pleasure as msg for consciousness

the Grim Reaper's younger brother, the Goofy Reaper, clips your friend's soul on the backswing. he survives, but sometimes mid-laugh he'll go quiet and ask "what were we talking about?"

into the underwhirl with twirling psychopom-poms: do the Dip, the Dip, the Lethewards Slip, turning turning, down into Hellgyre

interpreting alien semaphores, xenobombykols volatilizing through an exhortatory swirl of mint-leaf wings; i'm probed by questioning antennae and hello-florets

my neon hour-flower is strobing like a discotheque, chiaro. scuro. of un-mirabiling, un-lilying, unpetaling to 2 a.m., 1 a.m., midnight

turquoise bees nest in sea-glass hives, their waterwheel wings churning brine to ambrosea. each comb cell is a tiny meniscus, each larva dreams in surface tension

i can't stop thinking about him (the lissajous-esque double pendulum multicolored vesica piscis of periodicity on the double pendulum map)

spec fic about electromechanical cheese queries and so forth

caught red-handed, caught magenta-handed, cornered with the Changeful Palm of Thieves, betrayed by Lite-Brite chromatophores rippling panic-panic-panic

i'll offer you proof of precomputed qualia, a thought correctly flagged as alien: life-lapsing strawberries remembering midsummer, the merosity of a dj set at 4 am

the mermaid sings and the water thins into vowels, slinking off colorarills of tessitura, mmmms and oooos, swash-wah-wahs, mouillé multiphonics

each alohamoon, the canopy noctifructesces. trade winds hit the cliffs and the whole windward side juices down. moths lick luau syrups and the night-blues lick back

void-petals fluoresce as ultraviolet runways: nectar-guides for creatures of the increate, beaconing them down into existence's first sting

the schelling point for together-dreamers is the city that's venice but with double sunsets, lavender-striped pagodas, and luminous peach trees